Page 47 of Destino

“More!” she cried out.

Giovanni withdrew. He rolled her over to her belly. She raised her perfectly shaped ass temptingly at him. Her body was now glistening with sweat. Giovanni’s hair lay limp with strands covering his eyes and face. Perspiration ran down his temples and the bridge of his nose. The room felt like an inferno. He lifted her hips forcing her to her knees, but she was so caught in her own emotional turmoil she slipped back down to the bed. A slap landed hard on her ass, and she shivered, obeying his unspoken command. Getting to her knees and hands, she shot him a heated glare over her shoulder. He wouldn’t dare smack her ass again without permission. He kissed the tender flesh and eased up behind her, forcing her to lower her face to the mattress with the press of his hand to her right shoulder. Her arms collapsed and her face dropped into the pillow. She moaned again and again as his strokes quickened, sharpened, and her channel became drenched, easing his glide. He enjoyed the warm softness of her ass pressed to his pelvis with each thrust.

Another flurry of deep powerful strokes drove him to the brink. He licked his lips. He felt parched. This vixen, this lovely chocolate temptress, was draining him dry. The more he gave the more she took. Giovanni reached under her, covering her back with his chest, he pinched her bud and pumped hard and fast in her channel. She cried out, with her face lifting from the pillow.

Mira collapsed flat on the bed. She squeezed her thighs tight in response to the orgasmic pull he was certain was the cause for the way she trembled below and begged for mercy.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she wailed. “Oh yes,” she exclaimed.

To his surprise, she flipped to her back and scooted out of his reach to the headboard and pillows. Unwilling to let her go, he pulled her back to him. “We aren’t done.” Putting her left leg over his shoulder he pushed her thigh back into her chest as he positioned himself. Re-entry was twice as sweet. It was as if their union was destined. He slid his way into her. Her eyelids half open and heavy from sexual exhaustion, she moaned softly upon his re-entry. Pulling half way out and then pushing all the way in, Giovanni closed his eyes, overcome by warmth and heat. He struggled to stay in control as he felt his body stiffen with a desperate need to possess her. Pinning her leg down he kept with his passionate thrusts, promising to go with more care the next time. He was wound so tight he needed her desperately for his own release.

She understood. Pushing him she forced him to not break their sexy rhythm but to roll. He understood and complied bringing her on top. She arched her back sliding down on him again. He held her by her right hip tightly. She threw her head back and put down a powerful up and down bounce on his cock that had tension exploding from his groin and cock.

“Fuck!” he wheezed. Placing both her hands against his chest, she rocked back and forth driving him to the breaking point. Giovanni’s hips bucked two more times before all was unleashed, and hot semen filled the reservoir of his condom. Feeling his chest muscles tighten and his nails dig into her hips, he kept up the rhythmic roll of his hips, and she continued to pump her hips to control him. Together they exploded and crashed into a sexed out daze.

The woman lying next to him stirred. Giovanni’s head turned. She drifted to sleep soon after their love session. An hour of staring at the ceiling trying to figure out all that had transpired between them had left him restless. He rolled to his side. There were few things in the world he needed as opposed to wanted. And nothing in this world was denied him. Giovanni decided. He would have her, for as long as this feeling lasted. The problem for him remained consistent. He wasn’t sure what these feelings she stirred within him were?

With his head propped in his hand, he studied the sleeping beauty. The thick mane of curls that bounced on her shoulders when she walked had become a bit tangled and frizzy. Hair covered the side of her face. He smoothed away the tresses to reveal her delicate features.

Mira opened her eyes in response to his touch. “Hi,” she said softly.

“I woke you.”

“It’s okay. What time is it?” she squinted at him.

Giovanni looked at his watch. “A little after three.”

A frown dawned her face. “Oh, I should go to my room.”

“This is your room. You will stay with me here.”

She opened her mouth to object, and he silenced her with a kiss. Like the sexy attentive lover he’d found so addictive, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and overwhelmed him. The kiss came to a natural end. She snuggled up against him, and he cradled the side of her face with his hand. “It’s settled.”

He kissed her nose and then her brow.

Mira stroked his hip. Her hand ran slowly down his thigh. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

“I was thinking about you, while I slept,” she teased.

Both of his eyebrows lowered. “I’m in your dreams?”

“Yes. Question after question kept surfacing in my head. One kept repeating over and over. It’s how I am, I have to over analyze everything.” She gave him a bashful smile. “Even things that feel good.”

“Now I’m curious,” he said, trying to roll her over and get between her warm thighs once more.

“Wait.” She stopped him. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”

“Mmm?”

“It’s the question that Fabiana struggled with asking. The one that you evaded.”

“I didn’t evade. I answered her.”

“Then answer me now. Who are you?”

“Who am I?” he laughed. “I thought you and I covered this one.”

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